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-----------------------------------Amelia dialed her grandma, nervously tapping her feet as a very naked Isaac stood behind her. It was hard to concentrate on the phone call when all she wanted to do was lick his ches-cheesecake! Lick his...um cheesecake.

The phone beeped and her grandmother picked it up after the third ring.

"Tell her you'll make sure she never meets her grandchildren if she-" Isaac advised her from behind. But she shushed him up by smacking him with a box of tissues.

"Hey granny, its me" Amelia tried.

"yes...I'm still a..." Amelia smacked herself on the head in embarrassment at the sound of her grandma's prying questions regarding her virginity.

"Look I just want to clear it all up, it's not what you've heard, the truth is a little more...complicated?" She stated not wanting to tell her grandma she had been kidnapped by Isaac.

She was trying to get her grandma to lift off his curse, not call her little wrinkly old friends to perform a 'let's kill this bastard in the most painful possible way imaginable ritual."

She loved her grandma, she really did. The lady was in her seventies and still had a truck load of snark in her. But her grandmother was not very forgiving and maybe letting her think they had eloped for now was her only shot at trying to disintegrate the tension between her mate and her family.

"Look granny, he was having a bad day, he didn't mean any of that- he's absolutely harmless-" Amelia convinced her grandma.

"I'm pretty fucking terrifying, thank you ver-" Isaac shut up after another tissue box smacked his head. First the branches and now this? It really wasn't his best week.

"He is my mate grandma, give him a chance! That's all I'm asking for! One chance! Ok ok yes! yes whatever you say grandma, ok...ok, we'll be there. Love you too" the brunette ended the lengthy phone call with a megawatt smile, handing the cellphone back to Isaac.

"She said she won't lift the curse until you meet her and prove you are a worthy mate. Oh and she also graded you."

"Excuse me" He questioned with jet black hair falling on his oceanic blue eyes and his drool worthy smile.

"Gave you a minus one for impregnating her granddaughter, then a minus one for lying about impregnating her granddaughter because she already started knitting the baby a sweater and now she has to make the cat wear it, a minus one for being from the Blood hounds pack, plus one for being an Alpha because that means you're not a total waste of space and a minus three for sounding like that one guy from bingo she really hates" Amelia ended counting on her fingers.

"I haven't met the damn woman and she already gave me a minus five?! I'm not a fucking test paper she gets to grade!" Isaac exclaimed, feeling insulted.

"Well you can take that up with her and her little voodoo doll Isaac, which she said she was going to toss into the fireplace if you didn't show up for dinner tomorrow."

"What happens when she throws a voodoo doll into a fire?" The alpha inquired.

"You get voodoo doll kebabs, now get with it! Show me all your suits! You need to make a good impression at my family dinner tomorrow. Everyone's going to be there!."

"Everyone?!" He yelled "no way! I'll just call for a stupid witch to fix this! I'm not walking into enemy territory, especially after she had the nerve to threaten me like that!"

"Yes everyone, and if you don't go it'll only get worse! Do you really want to gamble that? and I agreed to stay here even thought this was my enemies' territory! If you don't have to go then I don't have to stay!" Amelia glared daggers at him.

When she was met with silence, the brunette took it as a sign of Isaac raising his white flag "ok then, as I was saying they already hate your guts because of your um? Reputation...so we need to work extra hard to wow them and convince them you're not a total asshole" Amelia gave him jazz hands.

"But I am an asshole" Isaac stated blankly.

"No babe...you're not an asshole. More like an unbearable itch or like an annoying duck you can't shake off, the type that always follows you around and makes these obnoxious noises-."

"OK OK I GET IT" Isaac exclaimed as he covered her mouth with his hand before she could proceed to demonstrate the obnoxious duck noises she associated with Isaac.

"Lovely" Amelia gave him a charming smile "now scram! We have to rehearse dialogue, who to say what to, and please, please for the love of god can you refrain from threatening anyone for at least a solid hour?"

"Whatever."

"No cracking your fist intimidatingly."

"I don't do that-" Isaac defended himself.

"No trying to trip anyone"

"I'm not a fucki-"

"And call my father sir"

"Fuck. No. Over my dead body"

"Fine then I'll call Jake...love, sweetheart, Jakey wakey" Amelia squealed in an over exaggerated girly tone, her eyes menacing.

"You wouldn't"

"You're right. I can do worst" she wiggled her eyebrows.

Isaac's eyes darkened "Once. I'll call him that once. But that's fucking it. You hear me?"

"I knew you'd see it my way" Amelia nodded as she patted his head like one pats a well trained dog.

"Not so fast. I'm not done yet. I don't do shit for free."

"No wonder you always look constipated-" Amelia exclaimed before Isaac covered her mouth again.

"Kiss me"

"Come again"

"Kitten you'll have to kiss me somewhere else to get me to-" but Amelia kissed Isaac before he finished his very inappropriate sentence.

She had to stand on her tip toes and pull him down. Their kiss was soft and Isaac's hand started inching up her thigh.

He grabbed a hold of her hips, carrying her and roughly setting her on the table so he could get better access. His rough hands explored her body, one tangled in her hair and the other grazing her inner thigh.

Heat built in Amelia's core as she felt him unbutton his jeans as he licked her neck. He had decided where he was going to mark her.

Too soon. They had known each other for less than a week. After he marked her their souls would be one.

"No" Amelia pulled back breathless, squirming at the lost of his body heat.

"Too soon?" He asked equally breathless.

Amelia nodded, looking away in embarrassment as she thought of all the places she let his hands rummage through just a few seconds ago.

Isaac got the hint and headed upstairs to take a cold shower and look for an appropriate suit. The thought of silver moon very likely being one of the packs they may wage war with made this whole ordeal even more uncomfortable. How awkward is it to chit chat over dinner and then try to light their house on fire the next day? Maybe I could get my hands on that bloody hag's thread and needles.

But he felt inexplainable things for Amelia and he knew she would be displeased with him if she found out his and his military advisors' agenda. The only solution he could come up with was convincing silver moon to withdraw their alliance with the red bane pack.

This way the blood hounds could settle their score with bane, without having to go at it with their Luna's previous pack. That sounded easy enough, he could be very persuasive when he wanted to, although he never really tried to negotiate without cracking his fist and very subtly implying imminent doom to the other party if they failed to comply.

But how difficult could that really be? And if silver moon's reputation did them any justice, they'd all put up a shit fight anyway. Nothing to worry about.

Isaac's line of thought was broken when he heard Amelia yelling for him to come to the dining room after he was done. She had made him flash cards.

He didn't get to re-evaluate who he was going to face tomorrow.

Who knew the voodoo cursing grandma was going to be the least of his problems?
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